side of the road
gray shadowed mail box
overwhelmed green, red-purple
bloomed jungle wonder
--
california dazing
summer
ground mists, chilly gloom
living on west’s ground-fogged coast--
wearing my snow coat
fall
palm branches flutter
while other trees’ leaves wind-fall
despite bright warm days
winter
rain-jade bluffs, 6 leaves
unfallen on our elm tree--
wait! wrens flit from branch
spring
weeping tree saps down
drips red glop on our van’s roof--
and splats of bird poop
--
dark cliff walls
except in the narrows of our canyon--
that moon
dripping rain drizzles
against our foggy window—
blowing my wet nose
snail tracks, morning sun
translucent trail on red brick--
why in wet dashes?
wind and fire
green vines wind up fences
bursting with succulent grapes--
but covered in ash
too busy
red peaches, bird pecked,
rot under our laden tree
weighed down by sweetness
near ferndale
huge white marshmallows
checker the mowed brown hay field—
plastic-covered bales
trembled, jittering
feather caught to the dust splat
on our van's windshield
lines, no white clothes but
birds black in a row, clothespinned
to telephone wires
horse trailer rattles
by curved eucalyptus leaves
that skit in gutters
huntington beach dusk wind
pruned date palm
feather-dusts its crimson sky--
left by a worker
late afternoon
our black van tires roll
over dark elm trees stretched long,
but where are the bumps?
rain water on oil
red and blue swirls on blacktop--
a peacock's feather
up early
in the gray-hazed dawn
pale light blossoms
softly explode from a violet tree
rising by a jade-green hedge--
birdsong morning
--
In the beauty of our scenic natural world,
Daniel Wilcox
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